Scores on the doors:
Paul Dasher Bamford 0 Marc Jouannet 1
Edwin The Fortunate 1 Mick Renshaw 0
Ian The Draw Tiger 1/2 Dave Mallinson 1/2
Keith The Draw Lion 1/2 Tom RObson 1/2
Geoff The Draw Not 0 David Styles 1
ECC 2 Macc C 3
Early on we looked in a tight spot. Paul was doing okay on board 1 , as
was I on board 2, with Ian and Keith looking slightly down on boards 3 and
4 with Geoff even on board 5, it looked like a draw was probably.
On Paul's board... I succumbed to the "Sniper -
Botvinnik variation" - yes, that old chestnut. My opponent had used 4
minutes on the clock and I had used an hour! He knew the system well and
has studied videos etc on it but told me afterwards that I was actually
coming up with a fairly main line defence and was in with a shout, before I
made a mistake.....
After Paul succombed and with Geoff following shorlty after the outlook looked
bleak, and there might be a possible whitewash on the cards. However Ian
rallied to get in a drawing position and Keith grabbed a knight with ease
taking a leading position and with me in the ascendancy we might get
something.
I arrived late and was 5 mins down, not to worry I thought, then I saw my
opponents - grade 128. Oh dear, I decided to play as tight as I could,
defend and try to not make any mistakes. I played my current favoured "The
Queens Sardines Gambit", where I start with a Queens Gambit then simply
put as many pieces as I can into the square marked c1, c4, f1, f4. This
has been working well this season. The game plodded on in a very dour
manner, with my opponent adopting a Kings Indian Defence and slowly the
game unfolded with the words of Mithrandir playing in my head at the exit
of Moria, "Though shalt not pass!". I avoided any exchange of pieces
keeping my pawn line intact and finally succumbed as my opponent swapped
white bishops on move 12. By this time my knights had moved hobbit-like
across to the right of the board and with little option to move his
pieces, I sensed a building momentum. I raised my key and started to roll
back the lid on my sardine tin (Farewell Tolkein, back to the tinned fish
metaphor), exposing both my king and his king, but to my advantage I could
quickly draft in support with my queen, rooks and remaining bishop. Things
were looking good. He was on the toast ready to go under the grill, when
in a move the Marquis De Laissez-Faire would have been proud of I gave my
queen away.
Damn!
I was down, 2 rooks and a knight versus queen, rook and knight and equal
pawns. I was surely done for! I played on hoping my position was strong
enough and I might get a lucky fork to grab his queen. His prowess came to
the fore and before long he had pinned my knight and was in a simple
winning position. All I had left was subterfuge, I played my rook along
the back row to the h file, it was checkmate if I had 2 consecutive moves,
oh for such luxury! However, it worked, it diverted his attention, and
instead of swiping my knight and rolling on to a comfortable win, he
pushed his pawn to give him a way out of the check mate (that would never
have been if he simply took my knight). I couldn't believe it, I had a
chance, I pushed the rook to check, his king had only one move and there
was now a serious danger he would either lose his bishop or queen and we
could be level on points, but with me in a commanding position. He moved
his king to the back row and I saw my chance, another shrewd check
avoiding the obvious swap meant it was mate in one or two moves. My
sardines on toast were done!
So I somehow managed to win and with Ian forcing/agreeing a draw
for the team , the hope was Keith could press home his advantage and
salvage a draw for the C team. In a tense finish and down on time, Keith
managed a hard fought draw. Alas a 2-3 loss to Macc C
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